Icy Snow chased all the way and finally caught Song Qingshu. She snorted in dissatisfaction, "You deliberately bullied me just because your qinggong is better than mine."
"With my qinggong, how can I let you catch me if I really wanted to bully you?" Song Qingshu hugged Icy Snow's soft waist and quietly looked at her snow-white and flawless face.
Icy Snow only felt a rush of heat and couldn't help but blush. After this period of chasing, her anger had actually dissipated by half. She snorted, "Don't tease me like this again in the future. It's really embarrassing."
"I was also bewitched last night." Song Qingshu laughed and was about to brush it off perfunctorily.
Icy Snow snorted coldly, "You must have seen Junior Sister's outstanding beauty and couldn't help but have evil thoughts."
Song Qingshu cried out in injustice, "I didn't do anything to her." He naturally didn't dare to drag out everything that happened last night. If Icy Snow knew that he was holding Xiao Long Nu's hand tightly when he was galloping on her body last night, she probably wouldn't forgive him so easily.
"Shh!" Song Qingshu's expression suddenly changed, and he pricked up his ears to listen.
"What's wrong?" Icy Snow thought that there was an enemy nearby. Her expression turned solemn. She secretly pinched the golden bell belt on her waist and vigilantly observed the surroundings. But after looking around, she didn't find anything.
Icy Snow thought that Song Qingshu was deliberately teasing her. She was about to get angry when Song Qingshu suddenly said, "There are sounds of fighting in the dense forest two miles away."
"There are people here?" Icy Snow was startled. Just now, when the two were chasing and playing, Song Qingshu chose the most remote places to hide. The two were already far away from the official road at this time. Other than woodcutters and hunters, there were probably very few people who set foot in these places.
Song QingShu wrapped his arm around Icy Snow's waist and rushed over in a flash.
Two miles away, Miao Renfeng looked at the black-clothed man not far away in horror and said in despair, "I claim to be invincible in the world, but I can't even take ten moves from you. I'm really a frog at the bottom of a well."
The black-clothed man said indifferently, "The Miao family's swordsmanship is only a third-rate swordsmanship in the pugilistic world. Your Miao family hasn't produced any experts for generations. I didn't expect that in your generation, you could actually create such a big name with such an ordinary swordsmanship. Hero Miao can also be called amazing."
"Amazing?" Miao Renfeng laughed self-deprecatingly, "Judging by your voice and build, you are not even thirty years old. How can I, Miao Renfeng, dare to call myself stunning in front of you?"
"Everyone's fate is different. We can't force it." The black-robed man stood with his hands clasped behind his back and suddenly said with some impatience, "Hero Miao, have you thought it through? As long as you hand over the Roaming King's treasure map, I will let you and your daughter go, otherwise …"
The black-robed man glanced at Miao Ruolan, who had fallen at his feet. The threat in his words was obvious.
Miao Renfeng's hair and beard stood on end. "With your martial arts, you must be someone with a great background in the martial world. How dare you bully a little girl like this!"
The black-clothed man frowned. "I don't want to do this either, but I urgently need this treasure now, so I have to resort to this."
Miao Renfeng closed her eyes and coldly said, "My Miao family has shouldered the heavy responsibility of guarding this treasure for generations. How could we let the treasure fall into the hands of a despicable person like you just because we are afraid of death?"
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Miao Ruolan and said with a sad face, "Lan 'er, it's all daddy's fault. Do you blame daddy?"
Although Miao Ruolan was trembling with fear, she still firmly shook her head, "Lan 'er is not afraid. Father, you must not tell this scoundrel about the treasure."
The man in black hesitated for a moment before saying in a soft voice, "Miao Daxia, when the Roaming King left this treasure trove behind, it was only because he wanted to use it as military expenditure for driving away the Tatars in the future. Now that foreign tribes are wreaking havoc in the Central Plains, Mongolia, Jin, Manchurian, Liao, Xixia, Tubo … which one of them is not eyeing the Han's territory covetously? "
"Although I am not talented, I have always strived to fight against these barbarians. It's a pity that I am alone. If I can obtain the Roaming King's treasure, I can naturally recruit more volunteers to join me in the great cause of the Han's revival …"
This just happened to scratch Miao Renfeng's itch. In his life, he hated the Tatars the most. He hated himself for not being able to kill all the Tatars in the world by himself. Seeing that this person in front of him also had this kind of ambition, with his high martial arts, he might really succeed.
Miao Renfeng's expression had just loosened when he heard Miao Ruolan's sweet voice say, "Father, don't be fooled by this scoundrel. He used this kind of despicable method to coerce us, how could he be a good person?"
Miao Renfeng was shocked and could not help but blush with shame. He was too concerned and could not see through things as clearly as a child.
The man in black saw that Miao Renfeng was a little tempted but was ruined by Miao Ruolan. His face immediately sank and raised his hand to give Miao Ruolan a slap. "Shut up!"
Miao Renfeng immediately became furious, "Your Excellency does not have the slightest bit of compassion. Even if Your Excellency can restore the Han's country, you are only a tyrant. How can the Roaming King's treasure fall into the hands of a lowly person like you?"
The man in black looked at his palm and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, "Why can't I control my emotions? I don't remember being like this in the past. "
Suddenly, his ears twitched and he raised his head to look not far away with a face full of vigilance. His eyes once again became firm and ruthless.
Song Qingshu rushed over with Icy Snow in his arms. Seeing the scene in front of them, Icy Snow cried out in alarm, "Brother Miao, Ruolan, what happened to you?"
When Miao Renfeng saw Song Qingshu's appearance, his heart was slightly relieved. Although he was dissatisfied with him seducing Hu Yidao's widow, he would not stand by and do nothing for Icy Snow's sake. He had seen Song Qingshu's martial arts. If he was here, Little Ruolan's life would most likely be saved.
In fact, if Miao Renfeng was alone, he would probably rather die than let Song Qingshu save her. However, seeing his beloved daughter pretending to be strong, he really could not bear to see her leave this world.
When the man in black saw Song Qingshu's appearance, his expression changed slightly, "It's you?"
"You know me?" A trace of surprise flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes.
"Prince Song, be careful. This man's martial arts are very high, very high." Miao Renfeng was worried that Song Qingshu would be careless and quickly reminded him.
At Song QingShu's level of martial arts, it was natural for him to estimate his opponent's strength. This man in black gave him an unfathomable feeling, not to mention that Miao Renfeng was in such a miserable state, how could he underestimate his opponent?
The man in black snorted coldly, "I heard that Your Excellency has made a big name for yourself recently. Hmph, I want to see if your martial arts are as magical as the rumors say."
Song Qingshu was thinking that with the opponent's strength, it would be difficult for him to use the Dragon-Catcher Hand to suck Miao Ruolan over like he did in the past. Seeing that the man had the intention to challenge him, Miao Renfeng was immediately overjoyed. He quickly said without batting an eyelid, "Whether it's magical or not, Your Excellency will know once you try."
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